meaning of aurora

What is original heart?

Is it similar to pig heart, you can eat it with your mouth open.

What does it mean to fall short?

Forget it, Nie Guangyi may have forgotten how to write the word gong.

After staying abroad for so many years, it is normal for me to forget my words.

Nie Guangyi knew that he had said something wrong, so outrageous that there were so many intentional or unintentional diversions before, which didn't make any sense.

After learning from the pain, the big brother who lost his heart in a certain text continued to open the topic: "If there is only one day, I have to think about which bridge I want to take you to see first. It's quite boring just to watch the flowers. .”

"I came here this time just as a driver for you. When I get to the place, I will ask Master Li to take me to the airport."

Zong Guang refused aloud.

There were no overly obvious mood swings, nor any signs of grievances.

Nie Guangyi silently made a comparison in his heart.

If it were him, it would be absolutely impossible to maintain this level of self-cultivation at such a time.

When he is embarrassed, he will embarrass the whole world.

"Aren't you going to play with us?" Nie Guangyi asked Zong Guang.

"Do you think I'm in the mood to play now?" Zong Guang twitched his lips helplessly.

"I'm not in the mood, isn't it just to relax?" Although a little clumsy, Nie Guangyi tried his best to sit still.

"Forget it." Zong Guang didn't think it was a good proposal.

"You need some alone time, don't you?"

"I don't know either." Zong Guang tried his best to concentrate on driving.

"Uh...you can see if this works." Nie Guangyi began to make suggestions: "The traditional Chinese wooden arch bridge construction technique was jointly applied for World Heritage by Southern Zhejiang and Northeastern Fujian. We will go to Pingnan, and you to Taishun. I will find it for you. A homestay converted from an ancient building is emptied, and the entire building is in an ancient village."

"Where is shorting not shorting? Why is it so troublesome?" Zong Guang glanced at Nie Guangyi, not sure why he made such a proposal.

"That's still a little different. I did the transformation of the entire ancient village. You will see the fusion of authentic ancient buildings and modern technology. As retro as the outside, there is so much technology inside. Both can It satisfies the visual impact and is very convenient to live. It is a proper place for future Internet celebrities to check in."

"A place with a lot of people is fine." Zong Guang continued to refuse.

He and Nie Guangyi are not on the same frequency at all.

"Not much! I'm talking about the places where Internet celebrities will check in in the future." Nie Guangyi hurriedly explained: "The homestay will not officially open until the end of the month. If you go there now, it will only entertain you alone."

"You don't need to make such a deliberate arrangement. I'm an adult, and I can handle my emotions well." Zong Guang probably didn't understand that Nie Guangyi had good intentions.

"Why did you do it on purpose? Zong Fujia rewards you to go live first, and give some feedback later to see if there are any details that need to be improved!"

"I'm not a sleep tester at a homestay, what advice can I give?" Zong Guang was a little helpless at Nie Guangyi's hard work.

"You're a pilot. If you think it's good, maybe you can promote the cooperation between the airline and the ancient village." Nie Guangyi thought of another reason.

"I don't have such a lot of energy as a co-pilot."

"Not now, doesn't mean there won't be in the future. I will plant a small seed of hope first, and there will be no harm."

"Why do you look like a homestay salesman?"

"You were right. The ancient village invited me to do renovations and didn't pay for the design. In the end, they gave me some dry shares of the homestay." Nie Guangyi explained the situation.

Zong Guang was a little confused: "Are you trying to show your strength to me?"

"Ah? Why do you think so?" Nie Guangyi couldn't help being surprised.

He has always felt that his persuasive power is very strong.

Whether it's a project road show or an award presentation, he always stops wherever he goes, no matter how big the venue is, he can calm down as soon as he opens his mouth.

Now at this moment, on the front of a small RV, no matter what you say, there will be deviations in the end.

"I really didn't mean to show anything." Nie Guangyi hurriedly explained: "My real strength lies in modern conceptual architecture."

For some people in this world, the most unsuitable thing is to speak.

"It doesn't matter whether you mean it or not." Zong Guang just wanted to drive quietly.

"How can it be okay?"

Maybe it's because of the change of identity, or maybe it's because Zong Guang is his future uncle. If he doesn't explain clearly, Nie Guangyi feels uncomfortable.

Regardless of whether Zong Guang is willing to listen or not, he has to explain to others: "I was not the one who was looking for that ancient village at the beginning, but Professor Nie. The reason is that some tiles from the Tang Dynasty were found on top of several dilapidated houses. "

"Tile tiles from the Tang Dynasty?" Zong Guang took the opportunity to pick up the topic.

"Yes. Those tiles are considered to have the same origin as the local ancient covered bridge."

"The villagers removed the tiles from the covered bridge and brought them to their own homes?"

"It's hard to say. Although this possibility cannot be ruled out, there is a high probability that it will not. In the hearts of the local people, the covered bridge is not only a bridge, but also a kind of belief. If you really want to do this, it is equivalent to putting The temple was demolished, and the tiles were brought home."

"Then I don't think so." Zong Guang asked: "What is the basis for saying that these tiles have the same origin?"

"There is a record in the Taishun local document "Fenjiang Records". When the Santiao Bridge was rebuilt in the 23rd year of Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty, old tiles from the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty were found. The Santiao Bridge is the oldest covered bridge in Taishun, rebuilt in Daguan in the Northern Song Dynasty In the first year, that is, in 1107, the exact time of construction is unknown."

"I remember the year so clearly. This seems to be a blind spot in my knowledge. I should be very interested in such things. Have you ever told her?"

"Not yet. Miss Meng came here for Wan'an Bridge this time. Pingnan and Taishun are still a little far away."

"You still let me go if it's far away?"

"When we get to Pingnan, the driver has already rested. I'll ask him to take you to Taishun."

"Too much trouble."

"It's not troublesome. Although there are records in local documents, they are old and unclear, and there are no cultural relics to prove them. The origin of those tiles can be confirmed, and the history of the covered bridges in southern Zhejiang and northeastern Fujian can be pushed forward by one dynasty. .” Nie Guangyi continued to overweight.

"It has been rebuilt so many times. When was the first time built? Does it matter?" Zong Guang didn't quite understand the meaning of the overweight.

"Isn't it important..." Nie Guangyi hesitated for a moment before continuing to explain: "I just want to explain the ins and outs of the transformation of the ancient village. I will ask Professor Nie to go over and do the evaluation and repair."

"I just said it casually, so don't pay too much attention to it." Zong Guang took up the topic, "Since these tiles were not found on the covered bridge, it should be difficult to use as evidence, right?"

Zong Guang never intended to target Nie Guangyi from the beginning to the end.

"It's like this, there's nothing wrong with it!" Nie Guangyi was very happy that he finally explained the reason clearly, and successfully aroused Zong Guang's interest.

Strike while the iron is hot, and make persistent efforts: "There is no proof now, maybe at some point, it will be able to prove that they have the same origin. If it is not possible, at least it proves that such a village existed during the Zhenguan period."

"This is true."

Seeing that Zong Guang was interested, Nie Guangyi became even more excited: "Just a few tiles are not enough to make these dilapidated houses a cultural relic and get protection. After Professor Nie went there, he felt that such a village was deserted, and the villagers were the same. In the end, we had a discussion and asked if we could use [Minimum Intervention] and [Restore the old as before] to transform them into homestays, so that these dilapidated houses can have their own hematopoietic function.”

Zong Guang looked ahead and drove steadily without giving any answer.

"Do you know what the significance of doing this is?" Nie Guangyi asked himself and answered: "This will not only improve the living standards of the villagers, but also preserve more possibilities for future research on the history of covered bridges."

Zong Guang could feel how hard Nie Guangyi was trying to find a topic.

After being silent for a while, he finally spoke: "After thinking about it seriously, I'm not interested at all in what you said."

Zong Guang sighed in his heart, this is probably why he drifted away from him.

Years of separation, less and less common topics.

"Uh..." Nie Guangyi thought that he had worked hard and successfully found Zong Guang's point of interest, but he did not expect such a result in the end.

"Why do you like Ah Xin? Can the two of you talk together?"

Unknowingly, Zong Guang's name for Meng Xinzhi also changed slightly.

Back to the same as before leaving home.

After saying it, Zong Guang was stunned for a moment.

[A Xin] is from Mengxin, and [Zhi] is also from Mengxin.

But these two titles have completely different meanings in Zong Guang's heart.

"I don't know why I like her. The two of us, we didn't chat a few words, and the conversation was not speculative."

Nie Guangyi's answer.

It was much different from what Zongguang expected, and it was not an exaggeration to say it was the complete opposite.

Zong Guang turned his head and glanced at Nie Guangyi, wanting to make sure he was serious or joking.

Nie Guangyi happened to also look at Zong Guang.

Looking at each other, Zong Guang couldn't describe the expression on Nie Guangyi's face very well.

Probably because of just looking at it.

It may also be because Nie Guangyi did not express his emotions truly.

Even though he had to be serious, he didn't have a trace of certainty.

In a trace of sweetness, interspersed with bitterness that seems to be absent.

It's somewhat unpredictable.

When Zong Guang turned his head to look again, Nie Guangyi said: "Did you never expect to hear such an answer?"

"Indeed." Zong Guang replied, "I thought you would at least make up one."

"I'm an architect, not a screenwriter."

"You're pretty honest."

"It must be. As close as I am to the Pritzker Prize, I am as far away from the Oscar for Best Screenplay." Nie Guangyi was in the middle of boasting, and suddenly there was a turning point: "You must be the same."

"That's impossible." Zong Guang shook his head, "I'm far away from any award."

"That's not what I mean. I said I don't know why I like it, but I just don't know why. On this point, your feelings should be pretty much the same."

"Why do you say that?" Zong Guang turned his head and glanced again, "Most people should go for Ah Xin's appearance and temperament. In this case, they must know why they like it from the beginning."

"I also admit this. The first time I saw Miss Meng, I was attracted by her unique temperament. At that time, I could only think of drinking the dew of magnolia in the morning and eating the autumn chrysanthemum in the evening. Such a description."

"So, you are still at the stage of appearance?"

"No. A girl's good looks is not a plus for me. My last marriage was all because of my face."

"There's no need to be so frank."

"There is nothing wrong with telling people. I used to only look at the face, thinking that as long as the face is good, life will be able to live. Later I found out that I was wrong. The most important thing when people are with each other is to have a common language. .”

Zong Guang tapped the steering wheel a few times with his fingers, "I'm surprised you would say that."

"Why the accident?" Nie Guangyi asked.

"If I remember correctly, you just said yourself, [After a few words, the conversation is not speculative]."

"In the beginning, it was indeed like this. Even I was surprised. When I talked to others, I couldn't say anything aggressive. When I came to Miss Meng, I seemed to be a different person."

"Really?" Zong Guang asked in an unclear manner.

"Do not believe?"

"Not really, but if you think about it seriously, when you talk to me, you want to choke people to death."

"Aren't you a special case? If you don't believe me, you can go to Italy and ask my friends to see if they all think that I am a very gentleman."

"It's not necessary."

"To tell you the truth, not only do I not know why I like Miss Meng, but I also don't want me to like her."

"What? It sounds like there's still a lot of dissatisfaction."

Nie Guangyi explained: "I am dissatisfied with myself and think that people like me are only suitable for dying alone."

Zong Guang looked at Nie Guangyi out of the corner of his eye again, obviously not believing it.

Nie Guangyi emphasized, "When I knew that I had thoughts about Miss Meng, my first reaction was to directly block her."

"You blocked my sister?" Zong Guang felt a little unbelievable.

"Yes, your father knows about this too."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I probably thought that there was no intersection in the first place. As long as you block it, it will be the same as if it never appeared. It is almost the same as hiding diseases and avoiding medicine. You may not believe it. I resist it more than anyone else. emotion."

"So, you're still on it?"

"No, I realized that I had no choice at all. There is a net in the dark that connects our past and present, making all struggles seem futile. It's better to lie flat and die."